I’ve been mad all day. You know the kind of day I’m talking about.
No one answers your calls or replies to your emails. People that said they would follow up or send you something, forget despite reminders. Leads that you thought would come through don’t. And you get all the crummy news at once. Have I had worse days? Most definitely. But the frustration has me so tied up in knots, I can’t write anything but how mad I am.
I’m not handling my bad day well at all.
I did a lot of yelling when my husband came home. I was careful to tell him I wasn’t mad at him but needed to vent and that meant some yelling so I warned him to brace himself.
So he let me yell and my poor one vocal cord is yelling back at me now. It’s saying, “Shut the hell up I have to do all the talking and you are wearing me out.” It is now strained and sore. (Most of you have TWO vocal cords. My other one is crippled from brain radiation.)
Restarting a new career is probably the most frustrating thing I’ve ever done. Especially this one. But what else would I do? That’s the thing. It’s what I want to do and there are days I think no one gives a rat’s ass. But come another suicide by a celebrity and I’m the go-to person again. That sucks. Why is it that way? Were we always this distracted? Did we always care so little?
I am going to go to bed and sleep away my nobody-loves-me-everybody-hates-me-I-wanna-eat-some-worms attitude. Let’s hope it looks less dismal tomorrow but right now pushing a boulder uphill on a glacier during an avalanche seems easier.
Thanks for listening.